Fox's Glade oh guard the pounding sound

even at her most obtuse, indra could not have missed the interest that coalesced across the summerwolf's features. she did not resent it, oddly -- had mona been male, this exchange would be very different. instead, somehow indra got the impression she was confiding in an old friend.

but where to start? and why? what good would it do to sunder mona's cares with indra's troubles? her ears fell and she drew a lengthy breath. "if i talk about it, i am breathing life into it -- and then, it is real." she answered solemnly, her eyes cast downward. "but it is not because i don't want to share. life's just shitty for everyone, everywhere. you pick up the pieces you can, fix what you can fix, and move on." her amber gaze seemed firm.

"anything less is just aggravation."